We Made It
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne
Two-five on me, weed and crack on me
Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me
Leave him there, never know, get him off me
I remember days when we just fucked bitches
Bought a lot of clothes and, played the ave
Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes
And if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash
I ain't tryin' to waste my career on y'all
Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all
But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out
You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out
I remember on the Island, can't tone out
The mess hall crawler, about to zone out
Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out
We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out

See me
I roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast
Make the Post, front page and, center-Stagin'
When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling'
Got big boy toys, push Sixes
Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those
Jury stay froze, court cases get closed
Niggas hate Nino 'cause how fast I rose up
Like George Jefferson and em, steppin' on em
The headline read, "Starks had the weapon on em"
The best, what y'all expect? He a vet
Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' fail
When we dealin with 'Supreme Clientele'

From Riker's Island to the Cayman Island
We thugs like, life is the same challenge
Do the knowledge, recognize your talent
And if you live the streets, you better stay silent
From Riker's Island to the Cayman Island
We thugs like, life is the same challenge
Do the knowledge, recognize your talent
And if you live the streets, you better stay silent

Yo, spotted at The Mirage, Ghostface swarmed by groupies
Mingle amongst stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
Highlight of the century, first bet placed upon entry
Fainted when the book mentioned me
Keep ballin, new systems, high sciences
Drop that, Ghost listenin, track sizzlin
Angelica, Judy Plum for bitches, Goines king of the century
Best sellers for niggas, stay together
Posted up trucks, leanin on the Benz
Cinemax smile shot in thrity-five lens
You program, broke bottles of Dom
Seven inch bangles, back breakers
I'm a dope fiend, look at my arm, Popeye strength
Rap with a British accent, Gucci clothes
Dennis Coles in the latest fashions
Blow backs in, flip raps like fourty-eight bundles
Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Bryant Gumbel

Analyze This shit like De Niro, words in your center earhole
Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero
Shatter your soul like glass windows
Turn virgins to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe
Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest models
We conversate like Christ and the twelve apostles
Livin life without you, can't count you as great men
Murderers in the state pen', bein' caged in
The wages of sin, before they read up they pop our tape in




You ain't gotta tuck you chain in 'cause here we want the head of Satan
Durags and our pants hangin'

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Ghostface Killah's song "We Made It" depict his gangster lifestyle, with lines such as "Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne / Two-five on me, weed and crack on me." He remembers the days when all he and his crew did was mess around with women and buy clothes, but now they're successful rappers with plenty of money and power, willing to pay for someone's life or have their careers ruined. He, however, doesn't want to waste his career dealing with petty issues or people. He talks about his time on Riker's Island and how he came out victorious, and how he's now living the high life, mingling among stars and making big bets in the casino. The song's hook advises people to recognize their talent and stay silent if they belong on the streets.


The lyrics of the song reflect the harsh reality of the criminal life and its consequences. Ghostface Killah talks about the violence and drug abuse that come with the gangster lifestyle, as well as the fleeting nature of fame and success. He also hints at the power and corruption that exist in the music industry and how it can make or break a person. The song's use of metaphors and imagery is also noteworthy, such as "Shatter your soul like glass windows / Turn virgins to nymphos."


Line by Line Meaning

Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne
I want to shoot someone, not celebrate with champagne


Two-five on me, weed and crack on me
I have a .25 caliber gun and drugs on me


Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me
Someone tried to take credit for my accomplishments


Leave him there, never know, get him off me
I left him there, not knowing what happened to him


I remember days when we just fucked bitches
I remember when we only had sex with women


Bought a lot of clothes and, played the ave
We used to buy a lot of clothes and hang out on the avenue


Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes
We are now rappers with a lot of clothes


And if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash
We can hire someone to kill someone else if we want to


I ain't tryin' to waste my career on y'all
I don't want to ruin my career by fighting with you


Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all
Even fighting with you would be a waste of my clothing


But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out
If I have to die, I will die with style


You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out
You might get shot in the back


I remember on the Island, can't tone out
I remember being in jail, unable to ignore the noise


The mess hall crawler, about to zone out
I was someone who would go to the mess hall often to eat


Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out
We were foolish for rapping openly in jail


See me
Look at me


I roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast
I hang out with Ghostface Killah and his friends, who carry guns


Make the Post, front page and, center-Stagin'
We have made it to the front page of a newspaper


When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
When it's time to shoot someone, it's serious


We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling'
We have expensive diamond rings that sparkle


Got big boy toys, push Sixes
We have expensive cars, like the Mercedes-Benz S-Class (S600)


Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those
We have attractive female partners that we bring in ourselves


Jury stay froze, court cases get closed
Our jewelry is expensive and our legal cases get dismissed quickly


Niggas hate Nino 'cause how fast I rose up
People are jealous of me because I became successful quickly


Like George Jefferson and em, steppin' on em
I'm moving up in status, like George Jefferson from The Jeffersons


The headline read, "Starks had the weapon on em"
I was caught with a gun and it became news


The best, what y'all expect? He a vet
I am the best, as expected of an experienced veteran


Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' fail
We're the best, how could we possibly fail?


When we dealin with 'Supreme Clientele'
We're successful because we're working with Wu-Tang Clan's 'Supreme Clientele' album


From Riker's Island to the Cayman Island
From being in jail to being in a tropical place like the Cayman Islands


We thugs like, life is the same challenge
We're gangsters, and life is always difficult for us


Do the knowledge, recognize your talent
Learn and understand what you're capable of


And if you live the streets, you better stay silent
If you're going to be involved in criminal activity, don't talk about it


Yo, spotted at The Mirage, Ghostface swarmed by groupies
I was seen at The Mirage casino, surrounded by women who like Ghostface Killah


Mingle amongst stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
I hang out with famous people and feel like an alien


Highlight of the century, first bet placed upon entry
I'm the most important person there, betting as soon as I arrive


Fainted when the book mentioned me
I was so excited when I saw my name in a book


Keep ballin, new systems, high sciences
Keep playing basketball, studying, and advancing technology


Drop that, Ghost listenin, track sizzlin
Let's listen to a hot track by Ghostface Killah


Angelica, Judy Plum for bitches, Goines king of the century
I have expensive champagne and marijuana, and I'm very successful


Best sellers for niggas, stay together
Our music sells a lot and we stick together


Posted up trucks, leanin on the Benz
We park our trucks and lean on our Mercedes-Benz cars


Cinemax smile shot in thrity-five lens
I'm always smiling, captured in high-quality pictures


You program, broke bottles of Dom
You're a loser if you waste expensive champagne by breaking the bottles


Seven inch bangles, back breakers
We have expensive bracelets that can impress women


I'm a dope fiend, look at my arm, Popeye strength
I'm addicted to drugs, my arm is muscular like Popeye's


Rap with a British accent, Gucci clothes
I have a unique accent and wear expensive Gucci clothing


Dennis Coles in the latest fashions
Dennis Coles (Ghostface Killah's real name) wears the newest clothing styles


Blow backs in, flip raps like fourty-eight bundles
I inhale smoke from marijuana and can efficiently write and perform raps


Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Bryant Gumbel
We have expensive items, effective protection, and connect with famous people like Bryant Gumbel


Analyze This shit like De Niro, words in your center earhole
Evaluate this situation closely like Robert De Niro would, listen carefully


Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero
Our expensive jewelry is as cold and solid as Sub-Zero from Mortal Kombat, we have been successful since we began


Shatter your soul like glass windows
We can emotionally hurt people as easily as breaking glass windows


Turn virgins to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe
We can turn innocent people into promiscuous ones, and shoot at liars in a Chevrolet Tahoe


Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest models
Act recklessly, throw bottles at people you don't like, from poor women to wealthy models


We conversate like Christ and the twelve apostles
We talk with each other as if we are Jesus Christ and his twelve apostles


Livin life without you, can't count you as great men
Our lives are great, without you we wouldn't consider ourselves successful


Murderers in the state pen', bein' caged in
People who have committed murder are in jail, confined to a small space


The wages of sin, before they read up they pop our tape in
People commit crimes and listen to our music before they're caught


You ain't gotta tuck you chain in 'cause here we want the head of Satan
You don't need to hide your jewelry here, because we're dangerous and looking for the devil


Durags and our pants hangin'
We wear durags and let our pants sag




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Peermusic Publishing, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Written by: Dennis D Coles, Carlos Daronde Broady, Superb Lord, Edward Earl Randle

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